Craig and I have now been safe and sound in London for one week, two days and seven hours.
I have tried and tried to get the photos edited and online but seriously … I took over a THOUSAND. I’ve only just finished uploading the Australian photos and there are three hundred and eighty of them!
And I’m in LONDON. I don’t want to coop myself up just to get them all done. You’re lucky enough that the rain has delayed me today enough to say screw uploading them all in order and just threw some of my favourites online which I will share with you now.
(Sadly the street is named after a politician, not the superhero)
The Royal Exhibition Hall reflected in the modern façade of the Melbourne Museum.
Can you spot Craig?
Colourful huts along Brighton Beach, Melbourne.
Riding the Quadbike behind Craig in Thuddungra
He always drove at a very sensible speed.
Kaz, who enjoyed covering me with mud.
Sections of a Sphere. And me.
In Bangkok we walked until we thought we would drown. It was always over 30 (even when we arrived at 11pm) and the humidity was intense.
We were almost scammed and got lost once. We also found our way around and took boats and tuktuks and the skytrain.
We almost sold our souls for airconditioning.
It was beautiful and awe inspiring. Spiritual and friendly. It was dirty and smelly and full of people selling things.
We didn’t get anything stolen from us and a stranger helped us cross the road.
I loved it and I hated it.
The Reclining Buddha (Wat Pho) brought tears to my eyes. He is beautiful and bigger than you could ever imagine.
He is 46m long and 15m high. But you really can’t imagine just how tiny you feel staring up at his beatific face with gold just … everywhere.
We didn’t ride elephants but we fed monkeys and snorkelled with tropical fish.
The monkeys are eerily like tiny humans. You feed them bananas but you can hold out a banana skin in the shape of a full banana and they will just look at you like “Uh yea? That’s just the skin. We don’t Eat that. Crazy humans”
Turns out, fish BITE. See the little yellow and black ones? they’re called Tiger Fish. And I got bitten twice. Little fuckers hurt too, but they don’t leave a mark.
We were snorkelling and the people who stayed on the boat would throw in piece of bread and the fish would just swarm. And apparently I look like bread.
Craig and I both got stung by jellyfish. We’d only been in the water about 10 minutes when it happened! definitely unfair.
Craig got stung on his knee, I got stung on my left ankle, the back of my left thigh and the one pictured, by far the biggest, it wraps three quarters of the way around my thigh. And it hurt. A lot. But now I can say I’ve been stung by a jellyfish!
We went to an Insect and Butterfly farm in the Cameron Highlands.
I don’t exactly know why they had a turtle there. But I held the angry squirmy thing.
In Kuala Lumpur we went to see the Petronas Towers at night.
We’d never seen them before and we walked out to the viewpoint with our eyes firmly fixed on the ground just in front of our feet then turned and they were amazing!
They are so much brighter and whiter than the photo allows. It was raining too hard to attempt a no-flash picture.
Proof that I carried my bag(s). Proof they were really huge (17.4kg on my back alone) and an indication that they were rather cumbersome. With them on I am filling the doorway.
I think I’m shorter now.
A plane above St. Paul’s Cathedral. I love this shot as it gives some indication of just how immense the Cathedral really is.
One day we will walk up to the dome. One day.
Look Mum! A Squirrel! in Hyde Park!
I’m sorry, it may be hot and crowded, and you miss out on seeing a lot of London but I still Love the underground. I love my oyster card, I love being able to get a seat and I love emerging from the stations to have say, Big Ben smack me in the face.
Dali Universe! I am so excited!
Big Ben – seen through the gate to the Houses of Parliament.
The Great Court inside the British Museum.
Britannia on her fountain outside Buckingham Palace.
p.s. the trip was amazing. More difficult and rewarding than I ever thought it would be. We got lost and found again, stung and bitten, sweltered and froze. And at the end of it all? we get to be in London.
And planning a trip home to share stories in person.
p.p.s. remind me to tell you the story about how I almost saw the Queen.